March 16, 2015

Weekend in the theater. Everyone was there Saturday night, including L and Z and K and DJ– which was well, for that was, for me, the model performance. Dropped a line last night. Huge and apparently well-pleased crowds. The show is too long backstage, but evidently people feel differently out front.

    Emerged from the gym to see the crescent moon hanging blue-white low in the southeast. “Beauty,” I said. It was another symbol of my odd theology, in which all God’s works in the world seem sublime and majestic, while God’s works in my life are mean and wasteful.

    My purple hyacinths glow slightly in the dim light before dawn.